She wonders if he thinks of her

Maybe he does not

Because there are others precious than her

But what does he really look like?

Maybe a true reflection of her


She sometimes fear she would pass him

On the street and not notice

Is her heart not supposed to stop beating?

Is she not supposed to have flash backs?


Here she sits saying her wicked prayers

“Lord, give me the strength to hurt him

To hurt him more deeply than he did’’

Lord give this faceless man a face.




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